All I remember of my dreams this morning is that Joshua Malina was in one of them. I was at a party, or something, and he was there too. I started to strike up a conversation, then woke up.
I mention this because there are apparently balloons floating above me, trying to stimulate dreams. There should be a “vast audio landscape across the town”, but a mile from the town centre I can’t see or hear anything atm. It is ‘music released from the confines of gravity’. It’s really not, but the concept sounds pleasant and I’ll go hunting in a bit. I’m currently waiting for an engineer to arrive to prevent my shower exploding – if he turns up late and makes me miss the balloons there will be trouble.
It’s also the happiest day of the year. Wheee.